Diana and her Master had ridden for five days before they got to her old home, back when she was disobedient. She has missed the Forest but in truth enjoyed the outside world. They entered with great suspicion as there were no Elves to be seen. Master had returned her to her old state as a much older woman so they would know it was her. She looked all over in the tree huts, the Council Evergreen, even the Hidden Glade, where the most powerful elves bathe in order to grow their magical prowess. Where they were was mystery to her and Master. She looked back him and screamed. Her Master Glamis, was being eaten by the dead.
His left eye was torn out the socket, the stalk of multicolored veins from deep vivid reds to mustard-like yellows, was long and being bitten into by a dead elf.
Diana drew back her bow to avenge her fallen Master but it was too late, a zombie grabbed her arm and pulled while biting into her wrist, there was a great painful tension in her elbow, she tried to stab the beast with her dagger but her ankle was grabbed and her thigh ripped open by a rotten claw. Her arm hurt tremendously and she felt the join separate bit by terrifying bit until the tension was loosed with a loud wet pop, she screamed and two undead fingers went into her eyes squishing the balls into a mush, she felt the skin of her arm grow thinner until the zombie had tore her arm off, the sea of teeth bit into her every muscle and every bone. She felt less and less until the blood loss caught up with her and became one with the horde.
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The Necromonger's Eve
FantasíaIn the land of Weteria lies many different races and beasts. Among them are things such as elves, dwarves, and of course humans. These races fight among themselves over the simplest of things. But when the dead begin to rise they have a new reason t...
